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Little people, funny creatures Once so fragile now so strong Little people, who are you now? To me no more do you belong. I wait so fearful, apprehensive Who am I to be? Was once their world, their eager faces Eternally turned to me. I doubt, I fear, I do not believe And thoroughly distrust The bond of motherhood so strong Find strength for them, I must. What cannot be broken, has changed forever A ghostly reminder it did not last Our fortress of love soon to crumble We are but memories , fading fast. So here I stand an empty vessel Who am I to be? Those little people, funny creatures What do they want from me?